Cain and Katherine had been searching all afternoon. They went through what felt like the entirety of London, and there was no sign of Liliana anywhere. Even the Earl's usual lowlife informants hadn't heard of or seen the blonde beauty who would've stuck out in a crowd. Admitting defeat for the day, they walked back towards the carriage parked by London Bridge when Cain saw a small, familiar figure dodging in and out of foot traffic with a package in hand. He was instantly on alert.

"Isn't that the doctor's assistant?" the Earl whispered to Riff, who was standing behind him.

The young servant nodded in agreement, both knowing of whom they spoke.

Cain instantly began following Cassian, who, despite constantly looking over his shoulder, never noticed the lord carefully watching his every move. He zigzagged between busy streets and dangerous alleys until the man trapped in a boy's body came up to a random two-story building. There was a black carriage waiting right outside, and after watching for a moment, Cain saw the unmistakable figure of Dr. Disraeli come out the front door . . . with Lily on his arm.

"What does DELILAH want with that poor girl?" asked Riff.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, she's in great danger."

Before he could make his way across the cobblestone street, Lily happened to look up and their eyes met. Jizabel followed her gaze until he noticed the Earl walking towards them. Everyone's eyes went wide.

"Damn it, they saw me," the teen lord cursed to himself as he began to run.

Jizabel had the carriage door open by this time and proceeded to shove Lily inside. The frightened girl began screaming as the tall doctor jumped into the driver's seat next to Cassian, and took off just as Cain was about to reach for the carriage door. The Earl looked around frantically for a way to pursue them when he spotted a lone white horse pawing the ground nearby. He took the animal's reins off the hitching post, jumped into the saddle, and gave Riff an order as he pulled the horse in the right direction.

"Wait for me here, and take care of Katherine!"

He galloped into the street without another word and tried desperately to catch up to the carriage jolting away at breakneck speed about fifteen feet in front of him. The Earl pushed his mount harder and harder until he was merely inches away from the back left wheel. Shouts for help could be heard coming from inside; Lily was probably scared out of her wits by this point, and Cain could only hope that he would be able to reach her in time as he went around other horses and innocent passerby. Just as he and the carriage turned sharply around a corner, a wall of smoke suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The skittish mare reared up and almost knocked her rider off. Only years of experienced horsemanship kept the Earl in his saddle, but he quickly started coughing and gasping for air as the thick, noxious smoke entered his lungs. He urged the horse forward, not sure if it was the right direction, but as long as it got him out of this chaos, he didn't care.

He was still struggling for breath when someone grabbed the reins from his hands. Lord Cain managed to see the glint of steel through his teary eyes, and ducked just as a rapier whizzed right over his head. It quickly came back around and began a series of stabbing motions, all of which the Earl barely dodged with great skill, but not before he received a long cut on his right forearm. Whoever his attacker was obviously knew what they were doing.

The mysterious persona covered most of their face with a white opera mask, but two bright golden yellow eyes shone through, fiercely determined to kill him. A wide brimmed black hat topped their head, and thin locks of auburn hair peeked through, wisping around as their owner moved back and forth to strike their target. The Earl continued to evade the deadly weapon, until another swooped in and blocked its path, with Riff standing behind it.

"Run now, milord. I'll deal with this hooligan."

But before the noble servant could engage the enemy, the masked figure threw a pellet onto the ground that unleashed another wall of thick smoke. The two men didn't have enough time to react—their attacker was gone . . . and so was the carriage.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just can't believe I didn't realize that man was nothing more than a distraction. No doubt he works for DELILAH as well."

"What is that there on the ground?" Riff pointed to a rectangular shaped object lying in front of them.

Cain dismounted, walked over, and picked it up. It was a tarot card, bearing the ace of swords, a rather appropriate symbol for their weapon wielding foe.

"It looks like his calling card," the Earl murmured to himself.

"But the coffin maker is dead, sir. He died in that fire at the morgue."

"Well, it appears that his replacement wanted to make himself known. In the meantime, we should go back to that building & see if our dear doctor left us any clues."

"I think it would be best if we brought in Scotland Yard to help investigate."

"That won't be necessary, Riff. By the time they are able to be of any use, it would be too late."